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ANTIGONE CONSIDERS HER FAMILY: Father and Mother
He was always unhappy—
Jennifer Franklin
Antonio Gamoneda, from Book of the Cold (World Poetry Books, May 2022) translated from Spanish by Katherine M. Hedeen and Víctor Rodríguez Núñez
You smell the wet linens, your acids.
Antonio Gamoneda
Any Kind
Look up. The sky is never constant, sometimes clouded,
Leah Umansky
ANY SINGLE THING | OFFERS OF SKY | THE EQUATION MUST BE BEAUTIFUL
At the shooting range,
Rosmarie Waldrop
Aperol-Spritz | Padua
Across the river from the Grossmünster
Karl Kirchwey
Apologetics
A host of angels or a compass of cherubim
Erika Meitner
Apology to My Husband’s Snore
You goosehonk, one-note oboe or contrabassoon.
Karen Paul Holmes
Approximations
Waking up in a borrowed room, in a body
Oksana Maksymchuk
April
I think I will accept my life, the moment
Maxine Scates
Aqua and Violet
Childlike ones don’t tattle on the choice of stepfathers.
Katherine Soniat
Archaeologists
Archaeologists found
Hoyt Rogers
Archaic Rayon Kamehameha
Blue eyes like dusty Santa Rosa plums,
Sandra McPherson
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